Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Just when she was about to give up, the music stopped again.

But Murphy knew this was just a pause, and the music would continue once the chalk was adjusted.

In a flash, Murphy made the best decision.

That means solving the problem at its source!

He mustered all his strength, his figure almost becoming a blur, and rushed towards the concert room.

Arturo, who had finally regained some strength behind him, raised his hand and looked at Murphy, who had left him behind, with a surge of anger.

Unfortunately, she no longer had the strength to get up and could only barely squeeze herself into the corner, pitifully hugging herself.

Chapter 282 The Gentle Yet Strong Little White Sheep

When Murphy burst into the concert room, he saw Chalk raise his bow again.

"Please let him stay!"

Murphy shouted.

His voice immediately drew the attention of the two people in the concert room.

A faint golden light shimmered in Qi Yan's eyes as he locked onto Murphy.

Locked onto by Qi Yan's golden eyes, Murphy felt a sudden panic, his legs went weak, and he knelt down, sliding all the way to Qi Yan's feet.

Murphy twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing a dry laugh:

"Brother, please spare us. We are just a group of ordinary people. We can't withstand the power of worldly sounds. If we play a few more times, some of us might start committing suicide."

Qi Yan looked surprised: "Isn't this thing only bad enough to make Originium Bugs crawl away from it?"

Murphy: "..."

Brother, that's not how you swear!

He struggled to maintain a bitter smile, trying not to cry, and said dryly:

"This is a fragment of a melody left behind by the Witch King. It may not mean much to you, but for us, the power of the Sound of the Mortal World is a devastating blow. Otherwise, those remnants of the Witch King wouldn't have been keeping an eye on it."

Qi Yan stroked his chin and muttered:

"I thought they were studying the Earthly Voices because they were concerned about the residual consciousness of the Witch King within them."

Murphy's head buzzed.

He stared wide-eyed at Qi Yan in shock and asked:

"You mean, the Witch King's consciousness still lingers in the mortal realm, he's not completely dead yet?!"

“Do you think the Witch King is like Gaul, who can just disappear like that?” Qi Yan glanced at Murphy.

Murphy was no longer interested in laughing at Qi Yan's lame joke. His expression stiffened as he began to wonder if the Gemini Queen was aware of this.

If everything is clear, then everything is easy to discuss. Just continue to follow the Gemini Queen's tacit approval, fawn over Qi Yan, and try to get rid of this ancestor as soon as possible.

But what if even the Gemini Queens don't know about this...?

While Murphy's expression shifted between light and dark, Whiteie slowly walked over, carrying her cello.

He had heard Murphy's exclamation just now, and the shock he was experiencing was no less than Murphy's.

“The sounds of the mortal world… I see, I remember now.”

Bai'er's expression gradually darkened, even revealing a hint of pain: "When I was a child, before I started wandering, I was imprisoned by a group of people who did some experiments on my body."

So this melody is the sound of the mortal world, and it turns out that this melody can have such a great impact on the people around it.

No wonder everyone around me experienced worsening symptoms of Oripathy since I was little; it wasn't due to my constitution, but rather a disastrous consequence of an experiment.

For a moment, Bai'e was filled with deep self-reproach.

"It's not even midnight yet, why are you feeling emo?" Qi Yan slapped Bai Cha. "Could it be that you're also affected by the worldly voices within you?"

"...No, I just feel guilty towards those I've affected," White Cree said dejectedly.

Qi Yan pursed her lips and glared at Murphy:

"Look what you've done!"

Murphy shrank back in fright, feeling somewhat innocent but not daring to say anything.

After scolding Murphy, Qi Yan turned to Bai E to comfort him:

"This isn't your fault; you're a victim too. If you're feeling upset, I can teach you a way to ease your mood."

Seeing that Bai'er's eyes slightly opened, revealing a hint of expectation, he cleared his throat and said earnestly:

"That means practicing the sounds of the mortal world diligently, and then when you encounter those remnants of the Witch King, perform a piece for them."

In the old saying of Yan, this is called reciprocity, fully demonstrating our hospitality. They give us gifts, so we should return the favor!

Cretaceous was clearly somewhat resistant to this bad idea.

He held his cello and shook his head, saying:

“Doing this will only continue to cause harm and will have no practical effect. Now that I know my own situation, I should avoid using this power to hurt others.”

Qi Yan grinned, finding it somewhat amusing.

This little white lamb is so kind, so kind that it makes you feel a bit weak.

He didn't know if it was due to the influence of the earthly voice within Cretaceous body, Cretaceous's own personality, or both.

"So what are you going to do?" Qi Yan asked deliberately.

After a moment of contemplation, Bai'e suddenly bowed earnestly to Qi Yan, and then said apologetically:

"I'm going to leave, away from people, so that this awful thing inside me can continue to hurt others."

"Stay, and I'll pay you more."

"On this land, there are too many things that are more important than money. You can't survive without money, but I'm not willing to do that just to survive, even if it means hurting others."

Bai'e's voice was as gentle as ever, but his tone was full of determination.

Qi Yan couldn't help but sigh deeply, and said with emotion:

"You always seem so weak and fragile, like you can be bullied by anyone, but in this respect, you're incredibly tough."

Even Murphy, kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but take a deep look at Chalk.

He doesn't consider himself a good person, but he doesn't deny that there are kind-hearted people on this land.

But now he felt that the little white lamb in front of him was no longer a simple good person.

Murphy felt a saintly compassion emanating from Chalk.

“Brother, please stop teasing Chalk,” Murphy suddenly said. “I know you must have a solution.”

Upon hearing Murphy's reminder, Bai'er's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of anticipation arose within him.

If he could, he certainly wouldn't want to give up the job he had finally found and go back to a life of homelessness.

"My method is to keep playing the music until you can fully activate the earthly sounds within you."

Qi Yan said calmly, "Then we wait for our little black sheep, Count Utica, to make his appearance. The two of you will use the earthly sounds within you to complete a duet."

Murphy frowned slightly at Qi Yan's proposed method.

For some inexplicable reason, he spoke for the first time, questioning Qi Yan's words:

"Brother, with my limited knowledge, I just want to ask for your opinion. I'm just asking, not trying to contradict you, nor do I have any ulterior motives. I'm completely loyal to you. I wouldn't even flinch if you told me to jump off a cliff. It's just that..."

"Stop stacking armor, just say what you have to say, or shut up."

Qi Yan slapped Murphy on the head.

Murphy, who had just been slapped by Qi Yan in his golden-eyed state, was in a daze and almost went to see his great-grandmother.

He clutched his head and said weakly, "The ensemble of the Earthly Sounds will not cancel each other out; on the contrary, it may cause a conflict, causing the power of the Earthly Sounds to erupt completely. Nine times out of ten, the holder will be backfired, ranging from losing control and going berserk to dying on the spot."

His words made Bai'er's face turn pale, and the hope that had just arisen was shattered once again.

Qi Yan raised his hand, ready to slap Murphy again, which scared Murphy so much that he covered his head and curled up into a ball.

However, Qi Yan ultimately didn't deliver the slap.

He smoothed his hair and said confidently:

"That depends on the circumstances. With me here, barring any unforeseen circumstances, even if the situation really collapses, my Da Bai will be there to cover for us."

"Forget mere mortal sounds; even if the Witch King were to resurrect on the spot, I could shove him back into his coffin and hammer nails into it while I'm at it."

Chapter 283 I'm going to seriously injure Qi Yan!

Murphy opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Bai'e, standing to the side, felt he couldn't quite understand what was being said, but he was deeply moved.

Bai'e didn't know who Da Bai was, nor did he know Qi Yan's true identity, but he couldn't possibly be unaware of the Witch King's title.

"Can it really work?" Bai'e asked hesitantly.

"A man can't say no."

Qi Yan clapped his hands, preparing to move on from the topic and continue having Bai'e practice the sounds of the mortal world.

Murphy suddenly realized that he had rushed over and slid onto the field to perform his original purpose.

"Brother, have mercy!" Murphy rushed over and hugged Qi Yan's leg. "We really can't take it anymore. Let me find you a soundproof room."

Qi Yan kicked Murphy away.

He patted his trouser leg, looking disgusted, and said:

"Only pretty girls can hug my thighs. If you dare to do it again, I'll strip you naked and throw your big bird around in a bar."

This incredibly terrifying threat to men immediately made Murphy's anus tighten.

Seeing that Murphy had calmed down, Qi Yan continued slowly:

"The Sound of the Mortal World is not the kind of music that Arturo is at. Ordinary soundproofing won't work. You should just get out of here."

I think the surroundings of the manor are quite nice. Why don't you all go camping together? Consider it a break for the servants on the manor.

Murphy hesitated for a moment, as if he really wanted to say that this was his home.

But when Murphy met Qi Yan's golden eyes, the words in her heart were immediately silenced, and she instead said:

"Okay bro, no problem bro, thanks bro!"

After waving for Murphy to get lost, Qi Yan turned back to Bai Er to share his insights on the sounds of the mortal world.

Although he doesn't understand music, he understands bodily responses.

"The effect of the Sound of the Mortal World was improved just now, which means you are on the right track. Keep up the good work this time and try to bring out the Sound of the Mortal World directly."

"I try my best."

Bai'e nodded obediently and returned to his seat, closing his eyes to attentively feel the melody of the earthly sounds within his body.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Murphy used both hands and feet to escape the scene.

He knew that Bai'e was deliberately killing time, since Bai'e was already preparing to start playing when he barged into the concert room.

"Hey, where are you all hiding and isolating yourselves?"

Murphy's voice echoed down the corridor: "If you don't want to die, hurry up and run out with me! I don't want to come back to find several suicide corpses in my house!"

The servants in the manor were somewhat surprised when they heard Murphy's shout.

But they weren't fools. Having experienced the previous two baptisms of the worldly voices, they realized something was strange about the manor and quickly dropped what they were doing to evacuate outside.

With the help of two maids, Arturo struggled to keep up with the evacuation team.

After everyone had evacuated some distance, the melodious yet hollow sound of a cello could be faintly heard.

Even though everyone had escaped to outside the manor's boundaries, they were still slightly affected, and their steps slowed down.

Murphy rubbed his temples, looking troubled.

"This won't work. Where's the housekeeper?"